Sandman went on his nightly duties
Shapeshifter, some dark others a cutie
Tonight,a tribute to David Bowie, is his mask
as he sets about his dreamy task

Once he passed sleep around
sold his drug about the town
Resting slumber highs for all
Every night he has a ball

A few people he passes up
The ones that filled their cup
with coffee or tea way too late
He lets them face their fate

With all his dealings done
way before the rising sun
He watches himself blow away
To come again the following day.

So when you see the blowing sand
be thankful, as it may be his hand
or any part of him, together will creep
that's all for now, go to sleep.